Nyx

When he picked him up at the airport (late, after multiple flight delays), the first words House heard out of Wilson's mouth in almost two years were: “Seriously? Two years of radio silence, and you can’t even get out of the car?”

He took them straight from the airport to a bar, and to be fair Wilson did look at Nyx's file before they started getting drinking.

And after House dropped Wilson off at the hotel, things he'd said were just running through House's mind, he always had these stupidly true little jabs.

You’re not your worst moment. You never were.

Honestly I never really thought that your sexuality was limited to people who annoyed you in one specific gender.

You keep insisting it’s casual, but I’ve never seen you this careful.

You’d rather be right than happy. You always have.

God House fucking hated that about him.

He picked him up the next morning and brought him to Nyx's place. How did Wilson always look so fucking put together? "I see you remembered your hair gel," he said as Wilson climbed into his car.

"You must really like this guy, you're wearing a clean shirt," Wilson returned.

It wasn't long before they were standing in front of Nyx's door. When he opened it, House held out a box. "I brought bagels," he said.